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Since Piaroo’s Wish Helping the Homeless and Vulnerable in Reading was founded we have helping 100s of people who are homeless and vulnerable.

I never knew we would grow into this huge operation. We have expanded into helping people with furniture and anything they need when they move into accommodation, daily phone or text support, sign posting, one to ones and basically anything we can.

However for me it is still not enough. I feel deep within me that we can go bigger and better. There is so much I want to do to help the guys even more from creative writing to learning to read.

We do our very best and because we are a non faith constituted community group we have so many people with so many talents and skills and experience to help even more people. However there is a cycle on the streets and its nasty, black, devilish and soul-destroying.

Life on the streets is tough, grimy, twisted and family, friendship. I have learnt that within weeks a person who has lost his home, job and family will start to drink 2 litres of cider a day. Within a few months they will be on crack or heroin or alcohol.

Most on the streets will have had a very hard life dealing with life long family traumas, mental health issues, addiction, family breakdowns, loss, there are so many issues I could list but that would take forever. many may have lost a job which may cause them to become depressed which then could of lead to family breakdown or divorce. Men will normally leave their home which then means that they have made themselves intentionally homeless which then means the local council will not re-home them. Other services that are in every town from street services to St Mungos all have criteria that they have to adhere to which means people have to either sleep under a bus shelter, car park or anywhere they can lay their head to rest.

All these services try to work with the everyone but the guys have to work with the services to. It is so hard to see people deteriorate in front of me and it breaks me. I wish I had the skills, even though I am a life coach, to help th-em with so much more. It easy to give someone a roof over there head, however its then the other issues that need addressing. With all the government cuts mental health services are dying, therapeutic communities being closed, Psychiatric services slashed.

Every week more teenagers and elderly people are being made homeless.

I CANT SEE AN END TO THIS

I FEEL THAT ENGLAND IS DROWNING IN SORROW

Why can’t people in power see that the England that they are creating is destroying this beautiful country. I LOVE ENGLAND. It is full of beauty and colour and has the best scenery and so many wondrous areas to visit. But every town has a homeless issue and making people leave a town and buying them a train ticket to where they have come from just means that you’re not helping that person. There are reasons why people leave their home towns so sending them back so you do not have to deal with them is so stupid and YES and double YES I said STUPID. For me it is common sense maybe I am just being thick.

Councils all over England are destroying the homeless people’s property from sleeping bags to medicine to personal belongings such as pictures, letters, ID basically everything.

Tomorrow Piaroo’s Wish Helping the Homeless and Vulnerable in Reading will be providing tents, sleeping bags, ground mats, clothing, toiletries, hot and cold food and so much more. By next week the majority of what we have handed out will either stolen by other homeless or destroyed by the council.

It takes a lot of work by a lot of people to make our family picnics happen from posting different donation list to dropping or collecting donations.

Sometimes when we see our guys I know I want to cry but you have to hold it in, Our family is growing which means seeing more and more people suffering and new people every week who come to see us. I look forward to Wednesdays because i can see my family and help them the best i can with so many wonderful people.

People are always moaning about Facebook. It always makes me want to have a go or say my peace, but I don’t.

Tonight showed the power of Facebook.

For me reading families, friends or people’s statuses over the last few weeks has restored my faith in human nature. I am a daily face booker and I am glad to say that I am. I love to read what is going on for people. How they feel, knowing they are happy or sad. having a family day out or a holiday. Which does make me feel just a tincey bit jealous, not really. Ok now I sound like a stalker.

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18 months ago I started Piaroo’s Wish Helping the Homeless and Vulnerable in Reading. I was amazed at the response in help from the people of Reading. Ove the months are numbers have grown to over 1700 members WOW.

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It shocks me to think that 1700 people in Reading help the homeless and Vulnerable.

The Way Ministry help the homeless and vulnerable in Reading. The Ark Project help the homeless of Reading. The Churches of Reading help the homeless and vulnerable and needy. As well as other organisations such as Readifood, Launchpad, St Mungos, CIRDIC, Bridge and so many other schemes running all over Reading.

BUT WHERE IS THE GOVERNMENT IN ALL OF THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!???????????????????

Good question and the answer from me is, I do not know.

What I do know is, that, since its conception we have helped untold homeless people in Reading with their needs as well as the vulnerable We have provided and still provide daily help to those who are ready.

That’s what Facebook is about. Coming together as one. Tonight’s ONE LOVE MANCHESTER concert was amazing. The statuses on Facebook for me have been soothing and calming and to know I was not alone in watching the concert at home. People from all different backgrounds, ages, sexes, religions, towns and cities together watching and supporting Manchester as well as London. Our love and support going out to the victims of these senseless attacks.

I wonder what I would do with Facebook and I Know that Piaroo’s Wish Helping the Homeless and Vulnerable in Reading would not be as good as it is. I know that I would still be helping people but not as much as we actually do.

I am not sure what to call this post. Its been a hard day and I know what it feels like to lose a brother. Today has been hard losing a friend and a member of the Piaroo’s Wish Helping the Homeless and Vulnerable in Reading. It was heart-breaking to see layna this evening I’m so glad Natalie was with me I do not think I could of seen her on her own. Some family is not the blood in your veins, its about how you interact with people, spend time with them and how you love them.

Helping the homeless is not just something you do its a passion, its a calling for me and it is something I feel I need to do this. Not just because I was homeless or because I am a Christian. It is hard to describe the amazing feeling and fulfilment and bursting with love. Today was kinda that type of day but with sadness in my heart. I know it is a huge struggle for me to not be affected by someone’s death. When I started Piaroo’s Wish, people would say I should not be personally involves but I was like I am already involved because I have been there on the streets.

We make memories and we share hugs, conversations, take pictures and befriend and just listen to our guys. We do food parcels, move people and help them when they find somewhere to live. We laugh, joke, share their moments of delight to sharing their moments of dread. helping them to see that they deserve a good life and happiness is very hard but try everyday to make a difference and sometimes it feels like a up hill struugle but I know its worth it because we see the difference when they are ready to help themselves. The gratitude for sometimes just stopping and saying Hi are you Okay? Do you need anything. Sometimes that will make the difference between life and DEATH.

Losing a family member is never going to be easy for anyone, but we stick together amd look out and care for those in need. many of the guys all know each other and they do there best to look out for each other but sometimes people are left out.

I know I am rambling on but I don’t know what to write about especially how I am feeling about losing a friend and family member. I personally feel lost, confused, hurt, tearful, tired, exhausted, muggy, confused and just all over the space.

SOMEONES DAUGHTER

SOMESONES SON

SOMEONESBROTHER

SOMEONES SISTER

SOMEONESAUNTY

SOMEONES UNCLE

IS SOMEONE!!!!!

WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF IT WAS YOUR MOTHER FATHER SISTER BROTHER AUNTY UNCLE NIECE NEPHEW COUSIN SON OR DAUGHTER??????

Would you still walk past without even a glance or would you actually help them.

In the twenty first century I personally find it disgusting that we have so many homeless from all different backgrounds and ages. I know that the majority have some kind of addiction which helps them get through the day. It does not matter to me and it should not matter to YOU.

At which point will the government and the local councils make it easier for people to move town and end up anywhere but where they are running from.

When will they decide to renovate old building to house the home such as Reading Prison.

When will we decide to help those in need of just the basics such as water toothbrushes or even a pair of socks.

Last week we lost Declan one of the many homeless in Reading. The newspapers paint a different story to the one that is going around the streets. I personally believe the streets. The streets know more of what goes on than the police do.

Our MPs need to support this country and help England be a better place to live. Help the hundreds of children in abusive families. Help the elderly keep warm and eat in the winter. Help our servicemen have a better life when they finish their service to this Great Country. There is so much the government should be doing and they are not. It is left to churches voluntary groups and us to show them its easy to help.